November 5, 2017

To paint 

is like a ritual for me.

It is the laying bare of myself.

Standing in or opposed to a surface, a space, a ground, on which to communicate and extend my being onto.

My gesture, my mark, my emotion, my thought.

It is the soft caress or sometimes over eager

gushing of emotions, tearing out from inside of myself.

In the discourse of presence, happening right in-front of myself.

The discourse of me represented through colours, form structure, composition, and what unfolds for me to see. 

Painting, like the moment of life.

Surrenderance to the structure, the surface, sometimes already having marks on it, coming in, to treasure what inspires me, what I still want to discover to find or what I want people to find inspiration in. 

But in the end it is not about the other, it is just about you, about me, and that moment of being free.

Of allowing nothing else, but but mixing and choosing colours, tracing form and textures intuitionally. 

Nothing purer, this being my kind of meditation. 

Like life it...

May 24, 2017

Es geht um das Gedankengut was durch Kunst und Musik stimuliert wird 

Die Fähigkeiten des Geistes werden beflügelt durch die Entwicklung des Verstandes anhand von Sinnes Wahrnehmung 

Verständnis für die Substanzen und Materien um uns in- und materiel welche das sich immer verändert und weiter went. 

Eine nicht Sterbende Wesenheit die sich formt aus der Natur und unserer Kulturen welche unberechenbar sich entfaltet dadurch das die Zügel der Korruption in der Hand des Zerstörers anstatt des Heilers des Schamanen Mutter Erde’s Untertanen, liegen.

Nein anstatt  faszinierend zu beobachten der Tanz der Unterdrückung

So viel Schmerz und Qual

Und wozu, es sonst, doch nur ein wiederholendes Muster ist

In welchem wir uns verheddern um Frau zu lernen und Fäden anders zu weben. 

Im Bewusstsein und dem respect 

Wie ein Heiliger Schwur

Das jede Tat

Jeder Atemzug 

Stehst dem wohl unser Mutter Erde zusagt

Somit ist Kunst und Musik

Musik und Kunst unsere Culture

Den sie atmet die Erfahrungen aus die und sensibilisier...

April 7, 2017

it is as if I am suspended in silence the serenity cradling me and it's the torrent carrying me and its currents like the kiss of the first rays of the sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty that moment it is it is it is as if I am suspended in silence Serenity prattling me and it's the tour and Karen me and it's Clarence like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty it is as if I'm suspended in silence the serenity rattling me image that orange caring me and its currents like to kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of Dew

 it is as if I'm suspended in silence 

the serenity craddling me amidst a torrent carrying me in its current

like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun 

like the drops of dew Gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty 

that moment of breath, what timelessness seems to hold before a new day 

a new adventure unfolds

 the steps which will lead...

April 4, 2017

I can't help but feel sad

For a home a seed 

A place I had but lost instead 

Nostalgia before even having Yet arrived 

While at the same time in the knowledge 

That right now a different landscape should reveal and prosper infront 

Of my eyes  

To be able to excavate space for my soul

If this life here is meant to again be embraced and not withhold 

The valleys will open and caress me in their folds 

Give me the soil

To grow permanently 

But right now travelling 

Transient to collect the nutrients for the future I want to shape for me 

Needing to detach 

To give new room to breathe 


Allow to be 

Don't weep for what isn't but for what is yours to keep 


So many people here to see 

So many and yet in this short amount of time 

Only a few time to see

With landscapes which always 

Forever inspire me 

April 4, 2017

Allow all your feelings 

After all the echo is

What will be strengthening and healing 

Excavating the depth of your being 

April 4, 2017

See it with detachment 

Once again as a tourist to everyday of life 

Experiencing everything 

As rare and fresh 

Since never knowing what days I will live again 

See it all in relativity 

Perspective of an eagle in the air 

Lion in the Prärie

And dolphin in the sea  

Surrendering in the path always unveiling 


A treasure shaping itself freely to the things I attract and seed 

Don't allow your heart to be heavy 

There is no reason for it to be 

All is just a journey of learning 

Soaking up like a sponge the information I perceive 

To pour it into life as soon as the knowledge prespirates from the experience and conceived  

April 4, 2017

My aesthetic an accent to the language in languages 

That we speak 

The visual longing to be as engaging 

And sensually stimulating as the landscape that we meet

April 4, 2017

Don't let the uncertainty pain you

Let it give you flight 

Don't let your home 

So long and evermore 

But not yet home 

Hurt you 

But inspire you 

If meant to be 

You ll come back after what you need to experience is through 

For now while in endless love 

Harden just a bit 

So the joy can prevail 

And the pain you can persist 

Some things must die to be reborn and lived again 

Just deeper and in greater ability and recognition of opportunity 

Be malleable to the life 

You are right now 

Called to live

Don't be sad

But soak up the people and place you have 

Because in your heart 

Certain love exists 

Even if in reality it is not currently allowed to be lived 

April 2, 2017

The colours are different here

Is it the stretch of thousands of miles and climates casting 

The hues 

more radiant 

More vibrant 

The purples reds oranges glowing in the golden sun

Containing every shade of yellow to enlighten the green and blue scape 

Reflecting in the clouds and expansive arching sky 

What is it about this land 

I know

What it is 

A treasure 

A gift 

A call

Which makes me frolic in the existence I exist 

A mother father sister and brother of this land 

Reaching out with my hand 

Toward the caress of this soil and water and wind 

The flora and fauna my kin 

The colours of the settings sun 

As satisfying to my heart

As the idea of being in Africa 

My spirit inspired 

This is 

my home 

I am the sun and moon

I return to rise and set 

Like the tide and ebb 

March 22, 2017

The eyes the gates to the soul.

My soul like the ocean.

The moods and currents guided by the sun and wind,

circulating free, embraced and elevated by life's gravities.

The symmetry of being,

The ebb and flow, the ying and yang, the black, white and colour.

I am, the duality of me. 

January 29, 2017

I am having a wonderful experience in Peru 

The people in cusco have been more then moving and now in Machu Picchu the kindness moves me to tears

Everything from the traditional locals to foreigners have been embracing and welcoming in every way

Even my hospital stay was more pleasant then all medical experiences in Europe and even more comfortable then some hotels I have stayed in.

The generosity and care

The wish to help and know 

To show the treasures lying openly hidden waiting to be discovered 

I am grateful 

Just purely grateful 

I met new people and new places I utterly love 

I am thankful to be discovering a culture which treasures nature like I do with every thought

Never daring to compare but just honoured to tread where a culture once stepped which knew how to fruit from rather then intersect or resist the magic of existence 

The ancient sediments, plants and knowledge my being feels and sees

Informing me and the quality of life I hope one day can again be 

In some areas of this earth ind...

October 17, 2016

Remember the Shadows cast on the floor by the cats

remember the acts of grounding in the groove

which brings us the music which soothes, 

which lets us learn and teach the truth.

hear the sounds which call your and my name.

the waves which caress, let catch and exhale ones breath again.

the currents cradling the unknown, known journey of every step.

the state of our senses 

the way we percept the concept of the the two and fro, the ebb and flow.

the cycle of feeling 

receiving and letting go.

while the world is reeling in the dreams and nightmares we are weaving.

the pulse

always showing, growing, where to trace the embrace of grace.

Igniting the smile which attracts faith, not to escape,

nourishes feeling, honour for the environment we get to be in.

The space, nature shaped, 

to give us life!

We can choose to guard or exploit,

watching our Mothers demise, torment and pain reflected in our eyes?

or rise to the ancient call of nature.

which history shall our children nurture/be facing/tracing? 




September 30, 2016

I am at peace with everything that may come 

With everything that is 

It is how it is meant to be

So I smile 

And open my eyes

To see

The beauty of the moment 

As it is 

By itself 

In communication with the past and future

But the present is what is nurtured 

Not forgotten 

In the minds game 

Not to see the beauty

But to seek instead to be

In the moment 


And peacefully 

Feeling all come through 

The knowledge the remaining residue 

August 18, 2016

Story of the fog and the clouds

The companion of earth 

Hugging its hills and shores

Draping over mountain tops into valleys and over cliffs

Nesting in every nook 

Of the landscape 

Every single leave of a tree

The grasses swaying in the breeze

With wich the misted water traveled near

To then with sun or wind to redisappear 

The torn to cradled roundnesses 

Accenting the shape of the landscape and the height of the sky 

Emphasise the beauty unfolding infront of our eyes 

In ever light 

Day or night 

The reflector of light 

The caster of shadow 

August 4, 2016

Feeling free

Alone the facets of people streaming in 

The faces of custom and the service industry 

The people gathering at the belts,

Let happiness well up in me

Bringing my longing heart and spirit peace 

To be 

To breathe 

Feeling free

The humour 

The expressions and glances

The shared understanding in eyes meeting

The last rays of the sun 

Which are greeting me

Opening a spring of silent gurgling laughter of my soul 


Happy and free

The earth of many place where my cells feel grounded in my way to be 

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